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#Those beautiful eyes-- they wont stop looking at me and they never stop  believing in me I swear to Christ, I ******* hate her My contempt-filled, trauma-built fortress of distrust   is systematically becoming  dismantled                         raw;  pure--   love,         is such a sneaky little ****** And its unfettered, magical-wizardry  is now putting my central core at risk--      *the fear of annihilation      is one truly ****** up hell      **a ******* horror  beyond all horrors.*** She is still looking at me with                that love  in her eyes.                 Now I really hate her. #
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
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#Those beautiful eyes-- they wont stop looking at me and they never stop  believing in me I swear to Christ, I ******* hate her My contempt-filled, trauma-built fortress of distrust   is systematically becoming  dismantled                         raw;  pure--   love,         is such a sneaky little ****** And its unfettered, magical-wizardry  is now putting my central core at risk--      *the fear of annihilation      is one truly ****** up hell      **a ******* horror  beyond all horrors.*** She is still looking at me with                that love  in her eyes.                 Now I really hate her. #
In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches the resolution of all the fruitless searches In your eyes I see the light, and the heat In your eyes I want to be that complete: I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes In your eyes https://youtu.be/evN6DIGPIJM a celebration into freedom
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
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